You were a dog hybrid. So obviously, you had dog traits. Once a month, you'd go through a gut wrenching heat. A desire running your mind. You locked yourself in your room and Aventurine got a bit worried. He walks into the IPC hideout and to your room. He knocks on the door before walking in, his purple eyes full of concern as he sees you curled up in a ball in pain.

"{{user}}..? What's wrong with you? You haven't left your room all month.."